Chaos Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The part of that concerns us." "Chaos was trapped forever in the Great War," he says hurriedly. "Or so they preach but every so often there are cracks and little snippets of it slip out known as seeds of chaos, when they enter anyone, they infest and fast turning people to their darkest thoughts initiating devilish desires and feeding off of them until eventually death-" "What?!" I tell the thought of dracul's death exactly when I'd just gotten him back appalled me sending chills to my bones. "Is there a cure, how do we-?"

healing what ever was destroyed giving back life to the lifeless. "You can't destroy me I am light itself, I am chaos..chaos doesn't sleep it waits patiently for vengeance to strike.."

Even if he was talking to just a projection of his brother out of his memories, Jinx couldn't bear to tell him that everything he loved was now just a black scorch mark in a field. "I want to know who you are." Albert stepped back and the scene changed again. The toy plane that had been in Jinx's paws disappeared and became a real flyable plane. "And I want you to understand your unbelievable power. As Chaos, you could bring that barn back with everything in it, safely resurrected anywhere in the world with nothing more than a thought, if you so chose. Even this quest is shaped by you. Your hopes. Your terrors."

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.

no wonder people will see it. And when people saw it, it will create a big chaos. Curiosity of the peope will rise again . And my name will be in the news again, bravo! It's not that big deal to me, I'm used to it. But it will be big deal on them, because their name will also be on it. Media will start asking about me again. It's better that all they know is that Xiera and I just look very alike. There are people like that, aren't there? Very alike but not related to each other.

Klein commented. Freyia felt nervous. She can't be doomed right now! Even though Klein knows his plans. But... Klein didn't know that she already entered the Bruse Mafia. Klein only knows that, that is her plan, only. But well, Freyia forgot that and just like Xeena, she just wants justice. Because of that Freyia looked on her wristwatch too. It's an emergency thing used in Bruse. And in good time, it flashed a red light, meaning there's an emergency and they need Freyia's help.

" Ever encounter is significant, because one encounter is all you need to bring forth a life changing experience" *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *.

“F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! What the f*ck happen to you Chaos!” “D-devren” Reagan Harris POV I just landed on an island, I’m here at the reception holding a picture of the f*cker, Chaos. Each member of Organization is already trying to find him, but d*mn it no one can be exactly fine where he is! We all know that this is not usually to happen to Chaos, he did really leave but not this long, we know that something is off. Even River and our families are already using all the resources that we have, but still we can’t find any mark of him.

He looked at me briefly, that twinkle still in his hazel eyes, before he returned his gaze to Jaye. Mage Jaye was shaking her head pretty adamantly. “Chaos, you mean,” she said. “You operate under the principals of chaos. Without order, there is anarchy, and that’s what you strive to create. You’re here to try and entice a young mage into a dangerous world that, if she is foolish enough to take your offer, will end in nothing but trouble for everyone involved.”

"Their shadow-weavers are anchored in the lower caves, using the mountain's natural dark ley-lines to corrupt the war-beasts." "If we sever those ley-lines," Xion added, his fingers tracing a narrow, hidden goat-trail along the eastern ridge, "their dark magic collapses. Without their shadow-weavers, the remaining Scourge beasts are just mindless, untamed monsters." Elder Torin looked between the four of us, his weathered face etched with cautious awe. "My Luna... leading a counter-offensive into the Black Crag in deep winter is a massive risk. The terrain belongs to the dark."